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Home, in the kitchen, I turned on the light, and tied the leash to the door of the stove, closed and shuttered window with the words: I’ll give you a torture dinners, sausage from the refrigerator.

Then made a small salad and climbed to the buffet for bread. For a loaf of bread, I found a bottle of vodka.

Perhaps her father hid from his mother and wanted to take home with them, I thought, and did not touch it. Sexchat textroom.